Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
In-person: Wren/Luke
[Luke ended up having to park down the block, but he expected as much. The main streets had been crowded all day, full of hustle and bustle, and he'd been off his usual beat in the Bronx to be out making sure the crowds didn't get too crazy. Hey, people really loved their sales. But his shift had been okay, and Thanksgiving had actually gone smoothly, which meant he was in a good mood. Things were better and they seemed, for now, to be staying that way; not even Thomas's unexpected appearance the day before could bring him down. Waiting in line didn't bother him one bit, not if he and Wren were waiting together, even though he had been (mostly) serious about using his badge to get them to the front of the line. No harm in trying, right?
Still in uniform, an NYPD jacket zipped up to keep him warm, he made his way down the sidewalk to the store in question. Despite warnings about PTA mothers and their purses, the line didn't faze him, and he was perfectly polite as he wove through the crowd to find Wren. "Excuse me," and "pardon", "sir" and "ma'am", and nobody hit him with a purse once. Not yet, anyway. Oh, he got more than a few glares and annoyed mumbling directed his way, but there wasn't anyone willing to call out a cop. Besides, he wasn't actually cutting in line. So there.
He spotted Wren without much trouble, and even if his eyesight hadn't been as good as it was, his sense of smell was sharp enough to pick her out even in such a large group of strangers. Luke slid up beside her, an arm going around her waist, and grinned.] Hey, baby. [Once he would have been too shy for public displays of affection, but now he just didn't care; he kissed her anyway.]